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Alex The Inventor-Chapter 17
Read Chapters 1 - 16 at: Deep Sky Stories Chapter 17 (Part 1) - The First Hello Elizabeth Faraway led Alex into the little kitchen where he saw something resting on the table. It was a little square computer screen on a folding stand and, at first glance, it could easily have been mistaken for a tabletop picture frame."Come sit down," Elizabeth said and she pulled up a chair for him. Sitting down beside her son, Mrs. Faraway brought the small silver screen up close and then lightly touched the glass.There was a momentary blink and flicker as the tiny screen reset itself, then a face appeared behind the glass. The person belonging to the face seemed to be in the middle of talking to someone else but then was interrupted by a faint voice that sounded like Miss Vee‘s. She was talking urgently and there were faint explosions in the background.Alex couldn't understand much of what she said but he thought he heard his name mentioned once. Suddenly the man's face changed drastically and a look of deep sadness and guilt showed clearly in his eyes. He looked away for a few moments, perhaps trying to gather the nerve to continue talking, but finally, he got control of himself and looked up again, straight back through the glass and into Alex's eyes.
By G.F. Brynn9 years ago in Futurism
The Hamrelstein Institute
Log: Dream 5/25/2017 12-1:45 PM We were in a large dark room lit only by several various terrariums containing mundane or exotic plants and animals and we were writing something down about them, their DNA, what the telomerase was... When a teacher began speaking to us aloud.
By Kellis Charles Lewis9 years ago in Futurism
Rewatching... Doctor Who: The Evil Of The Daleks - Part 5
"I am a professor of a far wider academy..." Saturday 17 June 1967 I'm really enjoying this story. It's a very different Dalek tale to what we're used to. But then Power Of The Daleks was unusual too, and also brilliant. The Daleks haven't actually been in this one all that much so far, and I wonder how the children watching feel about that. When we do get to see them, gliding along the corridors of a Victorian manor house, its marvelous. As with having a new Doctor, this Dalek revival has felt like a new lease of life for the programme.
By Nick Brown9 years ago in Futurism
Reaper
The Fates don’t play favourites. They play their own cruel game, toying with each thread of existence, ensnaring all who dare to reach out for their own destiny. A lust to exact heinous and petty treachery merely for their pleasure. They seek constant chaos, eternally warring with order. Entropy is their oldest friend. Consequence is what they represent, but never affected by. Curse them. Hear that you demonic beings? Curse them! What profit will you garner from my imprisonment? These chains of black steel around my arms and legs hauled up into the web-like mist high above.
By Nicholas Anthony9 years ago in Futurism
Hunter (A Valiant Novel)
Amazon Best-Seller in Religious Science Fiction and Fantasy and in Christian Fantasy! A reckless young woman named Averella disguises herself as a man and purposefully gets herself arrested and thrown into Zagerah, the maximum security prison in her world. Her brother Gabriel was taken, and with his disease, he will not survive on his own. She has no idea what to expect inside the prison; all she knows is that once men are taken, they never come back.
By Joanna White9 years ago in Futurism
Colony of the Horizontal Tree (Chapter One)
Colony Colcolson happened to be reading The Exhaustive Catalogue of Tiny Kingdoms when the girl (Melanie Gellar) first wrapped his wrist in hair (he only realized this coincidence years later after Melanie Gellar [according to the (fake) public record] was dead and wished he’d held on to that book for so many different reasons). The action of hair wrapping was absentminded on her part, but in this simple act, Colony got a flash of the many ecstasies of open firmament and pure light of heaven, warming him from the inside. He saw the true structure of all of existence, all of the shimmering tendrils weaving in and out of everything and warming all the living with single-being interconnectedness like a cross-dimensional cuddle pile. He saw the blue sky fractaling into eleven other skies (at minimum) and all the other worlds beyond and all the gods of all these worlds.
By F. Simon Grant9 years ago in Futurism
The Game
"Hello?" I called, looking into the darkness. There was no light or sound. "Is someone there?" I called out again. I had no memory of how I had gotten here or where I was. I went to take a step forward, hoping that maybe I could find a way out of here when the ground there disappeared. Splashing noises echoed around me as I caught myself from falling into the knee deep water.
By gillian pajor9 years ago in Futurism
Extra Bright
Greta Stromach prayed one night for heaven to save her and dreamt of these bright white tendrils descending from the sky like jellyfish tentacles, or what jellyfish tentacles would be like if jellyfish were some amalgamation of Jesus and grandmothers with purelight tendrils, they wrapped her and lifted her to heaven, but the dream ended before she got there.
By F. Simon Grant9 years ago in Futurism
